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Hiii! Could I request Kidd, Thatch and Smoker and their reactions to a gn reader having an obvious crush on them. Thank you everyone, love the event so much!!
Oh boy it was hard to not write a whole novel about Thatch,becase he's my sweetheart and I adorethe dorky cook so much. Writing for the other two was a challenge, but I think I did get a good feeling for them. They aren't the muses I usually write for, but I like the challenge to write for someone new.
This was written by Didi [@usopp-writes]
Enjoy <3
Kid, Thatch and Smoker x GN reader (serpareately)
SFW
Word count: 537
Kid
He will not pick up on it at first, too busy thinking or doing something else than even take notice of you. You’ll have to do something really odd or stupid to get his attention.
When you do – intentionally or not – he’ll take some time to figure out just why you’re being so weird.
Killer is the one to point out that you are probably having a crush on Kid.
At first he’ll grin brightly and state of course you do, as he is too amazing to not be crushing on. The knowledge will only boost his ego more for a while.
Depending on how he feels about you, he’ll ignore you, laugh at you, tease you or give you a grumpy answer. He will not consider your feelings, when expressing how he feels about you crushing on him, if he doesn’t like you back.
No matter what, you will have to work hard to get him as your boyfriend. Good luck.
Thatch
He will notice it after a little while, if you have just been subtle about it.
The way you always seem to find a way to spend time with him – especially when you didn’t hang out this much with him before – is telling him more than you think.
He’ll be smiling and friendlier with you, when he realizes you’re crushing on him.
Be assured he will tell you if he doesn’t feel the same about you. In the most gentle way possible, as not to hurt you too much.
If he does like you, he’ll let you ‘hunt’ him for a little while longer, as he finds you cute and loves to see what attempts you will make to get his attention, when you don’t know you already got it.
Be prepared for a lot of cheesiness and teasing with this man, unless he’s turning you down. He’ll always be considerate of your feelings, though.
Smoker
He will not see it, no matter how obvious it is, so you either have to tell him straight up how you feel or hope someone else will point it out to him.
This man will be a flushed mess, once he finds out that you’re crushing on him. He will not know how to react at first.
For him to even consider any kind of relationship with him, you’ll have to be a good person. He isn’t the type to fall for the bad guy, as he takes his duty as a marine seriously (protecting the innocent and common people from the bad ones).
You’ll have to convince him that dating you isn’t bad and you can work it out. It takes some convincing, even if he likes you. Be prepared to live on the sea, hunting down pirates – especially going after Luffy –if he decides to give the two of you a chance.
Not one for showing PDA, so don’t expect much affection, unless you’re alone.
He will be smiling a little more, no matter if he likes you or not, because just the knowledge of someone liking him for who he is, is worth smiling over.
#kid x gn reader#thatch x gn reader#smoker x gn reader#self insert x canon#one piece x reader#one piece#kid x yn#thatch x yn#smoker x yn#sfw#ohara library#didi answers
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Hello!! May I please have D,L,W for Thatch from the first list please!! And Thank You ☺️
a/n: of course my dear! i absolutely love writing for Thatch <3
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
He’s a romantic, and he definitely sees you in his future, i see him as wanting to settle down on some island where he runs a restaurant and you both live in a small cabin not to far away
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
*rubs my rat hands together*Cheesy pick up lines
“your the bread to my butter” or “what’s cooking good looking” type shit
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
he’s just a huge romantic, private candlit dinners in a quiet area on the ship, rose petals and candles in the bedroom, flowers everyday, yeahh he just loves love y’know
#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x gn reader#thatch#op thatch#thatch x gn reader#thatch x reader#lev’s writings🤍
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Kitchen Menace (Thatch x gn!child!reader x Marco)
A/N: If you guys wish to see a specific scenario to read then do send an ask to let me know, or you know… you can just stop and say hi 😉
Dividers by @saradika
Marco sat at his desk as he meticulously went through the crew’s current analysis and checkups and made annotations on results he observed that struck him as peculiar and should follow up with his brothers. His concentration was broken as his door was suddenly slammed open.
He quickly swirled his chair around to scold the intruder when he, the youngest crew member, ran in.
“Brother Marco! Help me, Brother Thatch is trying to get me!” The young child screamed, darting towards the doctor
Marco shakes his head and sighs, a chuckle escaping him.
“What did you do this time?-yoi?”
“W-Why do you assume I did something! Someone could have done something to me!”
“Well, you have a tendency to cause trouble.” He casually responded, his attention now back on his papers
“Not true!” they huff a notable pout on their face.
Marco turns his sight from the papers at hand to Reader and frowns amusedly.
“And what about those broken plates I saw?”
“We went through pretty bad weather yesterday, big waves,” they reply with a nervous smile.
Marco stared at them for a few seconds before slowly returning to his papers.
“I don’t know which one is funnier, you trying to gaslight me or you lying to me,” He said in a calm tone of voice.
“Im not!”
“Sure, how about you tell me what happened, and I’ll consider helping you-yoi,” He said as he put his papers down and rested his head on his crossed arms.
“Now, what did you do this time that you are hiding-you?”
“Im innocent!”
“You’re on your own then if you din’ do anything, I’m sure you won’t need my help-yoi.”
“Okay! Okay! I may have sneaked into his kitchen.”
“Did you steal anything?” He said as he leaned to the side to rest his chin on one of his hands. His eyes were glaring at them, just waiting for them to answer.
“Sure did, got their hands on the pastries I was doing!” A voice says behind her
Reader squeals as they try to run away but are stopped as Thatch quickly picks them up.
“Where do you think you’re going, you little rascal? It’s time for some. payback,” he exclaims with a sly grin as he tickles them.
“No!”
Hahaha! You’re mine now!
“Brother Marco, help me!” they scream between their joyous screams and laughs that echo around the clinic.
Marco looks at them with a slight grin.
“What exactly do you want me to do, hm?”
“Save me!”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You’re on your own.” He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
“Enjoy Your forthcoming”
“Haha! No one can save you now! I’mma tickle you till you pop!”
“Im going to tell Grandpa on you!” they scream, trying to wriggle away from him.
“You sure do run that mouth a lot,” he says, stopping his attack and narrowing his eyes.
“And I used it to eat all the yummy pastries, brother Thatch!” they tease.
“Oh, you wanna say that again? You wanna say that again?”
“They were so good, and brother won’t be able to taste them ’cause they’re all gone!”
“I have an idea of how to deal with you.”
They let out a small shriek as he suddenly throws them in the air, and they begin hysterically laughing as he continues to repeat the action.
“You are such a little menace.”
“But you love me!” they say, giving him a toothy grin.
I do love you, but you’re still a menace.
“Well, Brother Thatch and the others raised me, so…I had to learn it from somebody.”
Marco rolls his eyes.
“They’re not wrong,” he mutters under his breath as he sips his coffee.
They laugh as they hear Marco’s comment, hugging Thatch’s neck tight.
“Am sorry for eating the pastries; I was just hungry.”
“Awww. Apology accepted. How about you help me make some more? You can even be my taster.”
First reader oneshot! Hopefully, there's more to come. I'm willing to try my hands at not only child! reading but romantic scenarios too, so let me hear your suggestions!
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I can ask for two scenarios? one is when YN, who loves cats, suddenly appears with one or more cats on the ship, sometimes hidden, the other is a little sad, where YN is rescued after one of Whitebeard's (young) visits, who even trying to defend the island, a good part of it is decimated by the navy (whitebeard liked to visit the island several times because of YN, who loved Whitebeard and his crew)
─Whitebeard Pirates x reader
─Summary: your home island seems to be in complete chaos, you can see no hope in the end of this war but at least they manage to rescue you at the last moment
─Warnings: none
For the first scenario I will make a separate post bc I have some related to that idea, I'll tag you when I write it soon!!
The fire spread through some of the houses in the central square of the small town, what used to be a peaceful village with a few visitors, turned into a field of war between villagers and marines for control of the area.
A pang of guilt tightened in your chest because you thought that all this disturbance was your fault, a couple of years ago Whitebeard's crew embarked, the thing is that you established a good relationship with them, just as they loved the tranquility of the place, it was relaxing to spend a few days hanging out with you without them having to worry about a thing. All the villagers also enjoyed their presence since it meant party, as well as indirect protection against other thugs or pirates.
The problem was when the marines found out that that island was under the protection of Whitebeard, it was the trigger for the attacks to begin, unfortunately your village did not have enough military power to withstand so many consecutive attacks, you managed to maintain a low profile for a few months to be able to contact the crew and luckily you made it, although help didn't come fast enough as you hoped.
You hid behind some ruins, holding back the urge to run and hit one of the marines who was arresting a family, you weren't strong enough to face all those soldiers on your own, so you chose to stay hidden until, one, help arrives or two, they hold you and probably send you to jail for being 'accomplice' with pirates.
Your breathing became increasingly heavy, your chest began to rise and fall rapidly, the sound of footsteps approaching your position made you hold your breath, covering your mouth with both hands, you saw the shadow of a man holding a shotgun at your side.
"General, it doesn't seem that there are more people in the area, let's move towards the east of the village."
Maybe you let out your sigh of relief before you should or that soldier turned to double check that there were no people there, but the fact is that you met eyes in an awkward second of silence, immediately started a small fight, you had a chance to win against a couple of soldiers on your own, but more started arriving.
The ashes and smoke made it difficult for you to get oxygen, at this point you could barely hit properly, you just dodged, hoping that your effort and fighting would buy enough time for some of the villagers to escape.
A bad move caused you to receive a blow to the chest, adding more problems to your breathing, you coughed wildly, you didn't even try to resist, not even their victorious smiles bothered you, you decided to close your eyes and accept your destiny, hoping to have could help someone.
You expected to feel the handcuffs on your wrists, however some claws caught your arms before anyone could touch you, when you opened your eyes you found a plumage in the form of a vibrant blue flame, you opened your eyes to see Marco take you to the whale-shaped ship that was laid on the north shore.
"Are you alright? wounds? Pain?"
You nodded slowly once you landed, being bombarded by a concerned medic, you didn't have any injuries that you knew of, but knowing Marco he'll give you a checkup later just in case.
You immediately went to the seat where Whitebeard rested, he received you with a smile, although it quickly disappeared.
"We're sorry for being so late, I've sent Izo and Thatch to reconnoiter the area but… it's too late to save the village."
"But what will happen to-!"
"We freed the largest number of people and helped them escape in small ships, they will be fine, it was thanks to your distraction while you were fighting."
Your discomfort slightly decreased when you heard him, however that did not take away the feeling of sadness when you saw how the smoke from the fire receded into the distance once you left there, all the memories of that place… would stay there forever.
Izo comforted you after that, Ace thought of celebrate a party in your name because you were part of the crew permanently, although they had to delay the celebration because you just weren't in the mood, luckily Thatch made you a bit happier by making your favorite dish that night.
You wouldn't be in the same place where you grew up and lived all these years, but at least now you had a great family by your side that you could count on.
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May i request hcs with Thatch,Izou,Ace,Marco, and wb? With their s/o and them at the beach? I hope its fine with you! Also remember to drink water dear🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 (G/N)
Water? -hisses and hides-
This was a fun little one to work on! Thank you <3 I did 4 chars as these started to get abit crazy big ha.
Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izou x GN Reader
SFW
Modern AU
Marco
Be prepared for Marco to spend most of his time sunbathing, he likes to lay around on the beach and get a tan.
That doesn’t mean he can’t be talked into going into the sea with you or playing some beach games.
But he is a massive fan of being laid on a blanket in the warm sun or pleasant shade while eating and drinking pineapple-related drinks and snacks.
He’ll make sure you have suncream all over you, he’s laid back but he still looks after you.
Always has a watchful eye on you no matter what, even when he’s reading a book or looking at his phone he knows where you are.
When the sunsets is when Marco comes alive, happy to walk with you hand in hand along the beach when the sun is setting.
Walking along the shore, feet being tickled by cooling early evening waves.
Maybe he even helps you look for nice shells in the dying light of day.
Oh, and drinks at a beachside bar are a must.
Ace
Ace is a whirlwind, he wants to do everything.
He wants to surf, either with you or alone.
If you don’t know how to surf he’s pretty good at teaching you, he’s patient and gentle.
He might topple you off once for a silly prank.
He’ll swim with you in the sea, he’ll build sandcastles, and play beach games.
Gets a little competitive at volleyball.
He enjoys seeing you with your legs out in shorts and you see him stare at you, nodding to himself approvingly.
Will always go grab ice cream and snacks even if you packed some.
When the sun starts to set and it’s a little too dark to carry on doing the really fun things at the beach he’ll walk you along the pier, you guys will hit the arcade and spend hours on the games.
He might even let you win a few.
Oh, and he’ll 100% spend too much money trying to win you a plushie on one of those claw crane machines.
Thatch
Thatch is happy to do what you want to do if you wanna lay on the beach and tan, so will he, want to go swim? Yeah, he’ll come along.
Though he does love to do a seaside BBQ so expect that. It might just be you and him or a group of you. He’ll show off and make sure you are well-fed.
He loves to look at all the rockpools with you, holding your hand so you don’t slip and fall while walking along the rocks and jumping from edge to edge.
He knows a fair bit about sea life and he’ll point things out, you will be amazed at his knowledge as he dips in a net and pulls out a crab to show you before putting it back.
He’s soft and gentle with all the creatures.
When nighttime rolls around he’ll take you to a nice restaurant along the beach where you can enjoy the sunset together and the stars above.
Izou
Izou is more of a poolside person but if you nag him enough he’ll come to the beach.
He comes with so many comforts, a big parasol, a floppy hat, pillows, and cushions so he can make himself a nice comfy fort against a tree as he watches you do all the things you want.
Don’t splash him, even a little or he will bury you in and and leave you there while he goes for happy hour at a bar somewhere.
He does however like sitting in the shade, a little music gently playing and you are both sat there reading a book together.
He might be persuaded to play volleyball if you came as a group but it has to be a team effort to get Izou to agree.
He is fiercely competitive and he lowkey scares you all.
At night he likes to have a fancy dinner by the sea, maybe you guys can go for a walk after.
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ALL WRAPPED UP — PORTGAS D. ACE
pairing: portgas d. ace x gn! reader
content: canon-typical depictions of injury and blood
notes: after months of obsession, finally a one piece post
Your eyes drift to the open ocean again, watching the horizon with a hawk-like awareness. You shouldn’t be this distracted, not when you need to be formulating a strategy to propose to Whitebeard and the rest of the Division Commanders.
“You know he’s going to be fine,” Marco reminds you for what feels like the millionth time, giving you that same, knowing look.
You nod back. “Yeah, I do,” you reply but you can hear the tightness in your tone and the voice in your head reminds you that he’s been gone three days longer than expected.
You know that Ace is one of the strongest members of the crew; it’s the reason Whitebeard promoted him so quickly to Division Commander, the reason your captain sends him on solo missions often. It certainly doesn’t hurt that he has the power of the Flame-Flame fruit, but even the strongest of pirates have been beaten — Gol D. Roger being a perfect example.
You see a dot in the distance, which grows bigger as it draws closer. You hope it’s Ace but you put your crewmates on alert, just in case. To your utter relief, you recognize the yellow of Ace’s Striker but the relief is short-lived as he comes into focus. He’s gripping the boat’s mast, cuts and dark bruises marring his tanned skin. You don’t think twice as you jump off the side of the Moby Dick, landing steadily on the bow of the Striker.
Ace shoots you a signature lopsided smile, though it’s a bit pinched. “Don’t think you asked permission to board.”
You sigh and roll your fondly, trying to quell your racing heart as you slip an arm around his shoulders. His own arm drapes across your shoulders as the crew hoists the two of you up. With a cursory glance over him, Marco says, “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
Ace untangles himself from you as soon as his feet land on the deck. “I’m fine, Doc,” he says. The way he stumbles a little as he tries to right himself and the blood slowly dripping from the deepest laceration at his shoulder doesn’t help his case.
Marco levels him with a stern look and a firm grasp on his uninjured shoulder, both of which make Ace sigh in acquiescence and follow Marco down into the ship. You chew on your lip, about to follow, but Thatch says, “Let Marco work. We’ve got a Division meeting. Check on Ace after.”
You glance one more time at the way the two men left before following Thatch to the captain’s quarters.
You’re hurrying down the steps towards the infirmary as soon as the meeting ends. You’re not even really sure what you all discussed. You can only assume it’s something about swords and cannons and the Marines, and you’ll get Thatch or Izou to catch you up on it later but you have more pressing concerns right now.
You nearly collide with Marco in your rush. “Sorry,” you say breathlessly. “How is he?”
Marco peers down at you through his glasses, half-amused, and answers, “Good. He’s been whining about not seeing you and it’s my duty to keep patients happy. So…” He slides over and you open the door.
Ace is wrapped in gauze and bandages, reclined grumpily in one of the infirmary beds. His face lights up when he sees you and he tries to sit up, wincing when he does. “Don’t get up,” you say, pulling the chair that is next to his bed closer to it. You adjust the pillow and unconsciously reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes. They follow your motion and when you realize that he’s now staring at your face, you quickly drop your hand.
There are so many questions racing through your head but the first, and most logical, one is: “What happened?”
Ace groans and huffs, “Got ambushed. Thought I was finished collecting intel and let my guard down a little too early.” When he sees you studying the dressing Marco wrapped around him, he nudges you with his elbow. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”
It makes you laugh a little and in turn, Ace’s smile grows wider. “You know,” he says, leaning close. You hold your breath as he puts his face only an inch or two away from yours. “I’ve always heard that a kiss makes everything hurt less.”
He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, a mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes. You gulp down the knot that has formed in your stomach and your cheeks are on fire. He smells like sea salt and the open sky. You can count every freckle that dots his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Ace’s smile falters when you don’t answer and he jerks back, stumbling over his words. “It’s no pressure or anything! It’s just something I’ve—”
Plucking up all your courage, you shift forward and move quickly so you don’t lose your nerve. Gently, you let your lips brush against the worst of his injuries: the cut in his right shoulder. You draw away swiftly and when you survey his face, you push down the pleasant warmth in your belly at the way his face goes red.
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✦ ── SOMEONE WHO WANTS YOU: WHITEBEARD CREW
Relationships: Platonic! WhiteBeard Crew x Child! Reader, Platonic! Edward Newgate x Child! Reader, Platonic! Marco x Child! Reader, Platonic! Thatch x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Ace x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Izo x Child! Reader
Warnings: Mention of child abuse
Synopsis: What to do when no one in this world wants you? And what to do when for the first time you find someone who wants you?
Word count: 1,9k
Notes: This is my first imagine after a while without writing so I might be a bit rusty, I apologize for the translation English is not my main language. I'm going to apologize for the pronouns, the idea is to write with a neutral reader but how I translate the fics is difficult, since the neutral in Portuguese and English are different. I ask that you forgive me and read Imagining the pronouns that feel most comfortable
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His life was difficult from the beginning, his mother was the lover of a married boy from the small island where he lived, so when he found out that he had impregnated his mistress, he didn't like to become aggressive and abandon her. Your mom could have handled that awful situation in any number of ways, but she decided that blaming you for screwing up her life was the best way to go, so when you were born expecting to be welcomed with open arms and comfort, you were met with stares. disgust and disgust.
Of course, you weren't at fault, you were just a child like any other, pure and sinless. At first your mother wasn't really bad, as long as you didn't cry and cuddle her things would be fine. But as you grew up and became more like your biological father, something inside her awakened. A terrible fury awoke. It was then that the abuses prompted.
You weren't exactly rich, but soon she started to lose control and spend all her money on gambling, she started stealing both meals and even selling her clothes or toys to get more money. When you reached the age of twelve, it was clear from your appearance the suffering life you had had, your old and dirty clothes, your hair and skin not cared for, your eyes without hope and life. You're living in a world that made it clear it didn't want you, so life seemed meaningless.
So you ran away. Of course, your "mother" didn't mind going after you, maybe for her it was even better that the focus of all her anger finally disappeared. You ran as far as your legs could take you, farther than the small town they lived in. It was clear that you couldn't leave the island being so young and alone, so all you could do was run to a neighboring town that was further away from where you were born. At least there you could guarantee that you would be safe and far enough away from your former guardian.
It wasn't easy, you were small and fragile, you had to live off the pity of others and steal food in most cases. The adults were cruel and some even attacked you when they saw you stealing, throwing stones or leftover rotten food. Don't you think the people who want to help you all had their own problems, who would want a stupid kid to support? You knew that nobody wanted you, not your mother, not your father, not even those adults in the new city. You were just a burden. That's what you believed.
Then one day you saw the market getting more crowded, lots of unknown people were walking around and the traders looked both happy and worried at the same time, you weren't curious why. Getting ready for another day you bumped into a young man, the trick was simple: pretend to have accidentally bumped into someone and steal their wallet quickly. You were already getting better as the months went by, but just as you turned to run towards the alleys, a hand firmly gripped your wrist and you were forced to stay put.
"Easy there little one, you have faster em-yoi" The yellow haired guy said laughing, how did he realize that you stole his wallet? Desperation began to course through his veins and his stomach twisted at the thought of the motivation he could receive.
"What do you have there, Marco?" Another man approached, he had a long chestnut color and was carrying several bags. Next to him was another younger boy, shirtless and with black hair.
"What is it, a child?" The black haired one asked looking at you, he looked curious and confused.
"A petty thief, I guess" Marco, you seemed to understand, said and then took back the small bag of coins from your hand. You instinctively started pulling your arm hard as the tears started to flow, you didn't want to stand there and find out what your motivation for stealing was.
"What?! I can't believe you were stolen by a child!" The black-haired one spoke laughing, for him everything seemed like a big joke.
"I didn't get robbed, Ace-yoi" Marco corrected "I caught him before they could get away" He then turned to you, his eyes were serious though not causing the anger and disgust you were used to seeing. "Aren't you going to explain yourself? Small-yoi" He chuckled.
"Poor thing, he must be scared with that scowl on his face... Don't talk to him, talk to me, yes?" The man with the topknot placed the bags on the floor as he knelt down to be at your height, he reached out with his arm as if he was going to catch you. Scared, you simply screamed while using your legs that were loose to defend yourself, the problem was that you hit the guy square in the face.
"Thatch!" Marco and Ace screamed together and quickly his arm was released as both men turned to help their friend who was on his ass on the ground and holding his nose that was now bleeding.
You didn't wait another second before running through the crowd at te market. You heard voices shouting behind you but didn't turn around to find out if they were following you. When you were far from the city, deep in the woods, and your feet were already hurting, you knew you had run enough. You threw yourself against a tree while catching your breath, you had run too far and you hadn't even been able to eat, so now you were tired and hungry.
Not having the courage to go back to the market and have the chance to meet the same men and receive even worse punishment, you decided to curl up in the grass and get some sleep. Maybe at night you could go back and try to eat leftovers from the restaurants, it wasn't worth the risk of getting hurt if you went back too soon. So closing your eyes you let the light breeze and ambient heat settle you as they carried you off to dreamland.
Something was wrong. You were sure of that when you woke up with a jump, you frantically looked around, there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but your whole body said otherwise. You got up and started running while looking back trying to figure out if you were being followed. You could hear the sea and must have been starting to get closer to shore when you hit something firm and landed on your butt.
You screamed in pain and looked up in confusion, that's when you saw… A giant! You had never seen someone so big and immediately your eyes widened in shock as you thought how it was possible for someone to be so big. He had his hair tied back in a headband and wore a nice outfit but he was definitely not an ordinary person, in the background you could see a huge ship and several people walking with boxes and bags, both inside and outside.
"Then that's it?" He spoke, not to you, but to some men beside you.
"Look, we were going to look for you and you came running towards us!" Ace you recognized said excitedly "You gotta show me that kick again shorty, Thatch is still pissed off that you broke his nose!" Then he burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh about it" A man with long hair and strange traditional clothing spoke with some disappointment. He wore makeup and was extremely handsome. "Isn't this child too small?" He said looking at you.
"I told you he was tiny" Marco shrugged "But he had more quick ones to rob me in the market today, I thought it would get your attention, oyaji-yoi" He said looking at the huge man.
"Hm… let's see" the man raised his hand towards you and you immediately tried to run, but he was faster by grabbing your shirt from behind and pulling you off the ground. You fit in the palm of the man's hand and now too far off the ground you couldn't run away. "So, brat, what's your name?"
You looked around desperately, who were these people and why were they so interested in you? You initially thought they just wanted to punish you for stealing one of the members, but now your head was spinning and you thought you could be sold into slavery. You didn't want that! Then your body reacted and you bit down with all your strength on the man's palm, of course that didn't seem to have any effect, the only thing that changed was the man's face, which formed an irritated frown.
Tears were already starting to flow and you curled into a ball while thinking what they would do to you... That's when everyone started laughing, your face burned in embarrassment as you looked at everyone without understanding anything.
"They has grit, I like that!" The man holding you would laugh like he heard the best joke in the world.
"I told you" Marco laughed "When he realizes he's in an ugly situation he reacts, smart brat…"
The tall man placed you on the ground and knelt down to appear less threatening, the others beside him were smiling as if everything was going extremely well. You didn't understand exactly what was going on, but you were too scared to run away, so you just stood there waiting for someone to explain the situation.
"Let's try again, what's your name brat?" He said and now he looked a little less intimidating, although his face was still serious.
"(Y/n)" you said in a low voice, afraid to answer, you didn't know what they wanted with you.
"Hm… A good name for a little fighter… Tell me, are you alone?" You shyly nod your head "Don't you have a family?" Again you wave with a certain fear, then the man opens a gentle smile while moving his hand to lightly caress your hair "So come be my son, become part of my family, brat! You have fighter blood and don't give up easily , I like that" He chuckled again.
Did you look at him confused, son? What was this man saying? "You… You're not going to sell me into slavery?" You asked shyly, the men around made a little shocked face and looked really offended by your question.
"Slave? We are pirates but we still have morals!" The long haired man spoke.
"Yes, you don'twhat do you need to worry about, no one here is going to sell you or hurt you-yoi" Marco smiled patting him on the head "We just want you to be part of the family."
"Do you want?" His eyes glistened with newfound hope, were you really listening to that? Did anyone want you? "Do you want me? Really?"
The men seemed to understand their predicament, their gazes becoming softer and their smiles gentler.
"Yes, I want you as my son" The huge man said "My name is Edward Newgate and from today you are part of our family, brat, so don't worry about anything anymore, understood?"
You nodded as you felt tears welling up, for the first time being from joy. You were now wanted, you were now part of a family, with a father, brothers and you would have people wanting and loving you. You finally understood what this love you saw on the streets was and you were happy.
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Notes: I hope you enjoyed it, if you can tell me what you think I'll really appreciate it, it's my first story after a lockdown so I'm a little unsure, you can ask for a story too!
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Hello there I hope your doing well and your day is going well too ,so it say that in your ask box is open for request, well I would really love to request bottom ace with gn reader or just female reader, go wild it could be a headcanon or a short fic dosent matter!
A/N: Oml hi anon! I am doing great and I hope your doing good as well!^^ sorry it took me awhile to get to ur request I have finals coming up so I was studying hella hard, but your request has been fulfilled and I cannot fathom how bad I would top this man js sayin. Also the song NASTY by russ helped write this But enjoy all my lovelies! ;3
Characters: Bottom!Ace x fem reader (fem is easier for me I hope thats alr!) and all the good bottom-top stuff! also a bit NSFW so yea- no minor's pls!^^
Bottom Ace Headcanons
Okay firstly, like I said in my other NSFW Ace hc, he has a praise kink, he likes giving praise, but my oh my, does he LOVE receiving it, call him a "good boy~" or say "your doing such a good job love~" he's immediately melting into you, filling your womb with his kids.
He's a whimperer and a beggar, no doubt about it, like he'll act all macho-man in front of everyone else, but when you two are alone he's begging you to ride him harder, small whimpers escaping his pretty sun-chapped lips "p-please y/n~ a-ah~! harder!~..." he'll whine strands of his ravenette sticking to his sweaty forehead.
When you first asked to be on top, he was hesitant since he thought he wouldn't like it because he's usually on top, but when you teased and edged him to an explosive orgasm, he has now become your pillow princess, though of course he'll make sure you feel good too <3
Hair pulling. I don't know why but I feel like he enjoys it when you tug at his raven locks a stinging pain on his scalp elevating his high, makes him moan more too.
Aftercare: Mk so this bb needs lots of cuddles and kisses, receiving or giving wise, he likes to be little spoon and feel extra loved, will be a big baby if you say that you want to be little spoon cause thats his place 🥺 but will big spoon you none the less <3
He's a switch but prefers being bottom boy cause he's a little lazy and he also just passes out sometimes due to his narcolepsy, so instead of you having to wait for him to wake up (which can take hours hehe) you can just keep going cause why stop?
he regularly gets teased by Marco and Thatch because he "follows you around like a puppy" according to the both of them, but what they don't know is he is your little puppy bottom boi ;3
I apologize if this isn't well-written as it is my first time writing something like this but I hope the anon that requested it and everyone else enjoyed reading it as I did writing it! reposts/reblogs are welcome js credit me! <3
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I am SO SORRY for the two months delay but I really had issues writing this request. I started it over about 7 times... But I am FINALLY content with it. SO here we go !
Scenario 1 : continuously denying others who think they are together
Izo x GN!Reader // Words : 2.3K // Warnings : few swearing (no beta reader).
« Are you two dating?”
The first time someone asked you this question, it was Thatch, during a lunch.
“Why. No?” You were as confused as Izo was. Nothing was going on between you. You were just friends. Thatch didn’t insist. You had no idea what made him think like this…
*
“You’re dating?”
The second time, it was Ace. Izo chocked when the water went down the wrong way. You patted this back as he coughed.
“What the fuck Ace?”
“You’re sharing your bottle with him! You’re never sharing it with me!”
“Because his is empty.”
Ace, short on arguments, shout-talked: “Ok but that’s an indirect kiss!”
Between two coughs, Izo murmured a dumbass to the younger boy. You sighed. An indirect kiss…
*
“Ginjo or daiginjo?” Marco murmured.
“Hm?” You were on food shopping with Thatch. Marco went along you in an alcohol store.
“Izo’s birthday is coming soon. I wanted to offer him sake, but I can’t remember his favourite.”
“Ginjo.” You pointed at the right one on the shelf. “The fruitiest.”
“You know his taste so well.” The first commander gave you a side-eyed glare and smirked. “No wonder you’re his boy/girlfriend.”
“I am not.” You emphasized the not strongly. You just knew his taste because you were the cook’s assistant… You turned back to the wine section. What was the one Thatch used for his boeuf bourguignon again?
*
It went on like this. At least twice or thrice a week, Izo and you had to deny any romance going on between you. You wondered if there was a crewmate that hadn’t ask you yet. Yet, you never changed your words: it was just a friendship.
Izo had not such effect on you.
Sure, you thought he was an interesting man, experienced and talented in plenty of ways. He knew how to talk, how to take care of himself was it for his hair, his make-up, or his clothes. His eyes were captivating, and his voice was charming, of course. But he had no effect on you.
Right?
“(NAME)!” You turned your head to Thatch. “The food will burn. Turn it.”
You quickly answered his command and turned down the fire a bit. You sighed. You never got lost on your thoughts while on cooking duty. The cook knew it as well.
“What’s happening? It’s the third time this week you almost burned a meal. You should ask Marco to check you if you feel unwell.”
“I’m well. I’m not sick.”
From the counter you were working on, you saw Izo and another commander passing by a window. He sent you a smile and a quick hand sign, to which you responded, before going further.
“Not sick but lovesick, hm.”
You gave a snap on Thatch’s hand with your spatula.
“Ow! You shouldn’t hit a commander. Even more, your own division commander.” He said in a teasing tone.
“I am hitting a friend. My division commander friend. I fear no consequences.”
“You should! I feel jealous because you wouldn’t do this to your friend Izo.” You raised the spatula to snap him once more, yet he dodged it this time. You didn’t answer and got back to your task. But Thatch wasn’t having it. He observed your moves, seriousness in his expression for once.
“Stop watching me like this. You have work to do, Commander. Diner time is in an hour.”
“I know you like him.”
“I already told you we are not dating.”
“That’s not what I said. I said you like him.”
“I don’t.”
“What would you do if he kissed you?”
“What?” You stopped what you were doing and turned to him, eyebrows frowned. “What are you talking about now?”
“What would you do if he kissed you? Suddenly. Out of nowhere.”
“I don’t know… Your question is so strange.”
“Ok, then what would you do if I kissed you?”
This time you answered with hesitation. “I’d punch you in the face. Don’t you dare.” Thatch laughed and waved a hand between the two of you, indicating he had no intention to.
“See, that’s my point. You’re doing everything differently whenever it comes to him. I know I won’t convince you about it right now. Just think about it. Next time someone ask you if you’re dating, ask yourself why.”
*
You didn’t plan to pay attention to Thatch’s words.
“You’re so cute like this. You look like lovebirds in their nest- HAHA MISSED!”
Izo sent one of his geta to Ace’s face that went through him. OUCH. The second one got him on the back of his head. It was nighttime. You were sitting on the deck with Izo, his head on yours resting on his shoulder. You were reading, waiting for the sleep to come. It wasn’t something unusual for you.
While Izo got back to his reading, your eyes kept reading the same sentence again and again… You were sat with Izo, resting against him, in your little own world until Ace’s arrival. It was intimate… even more when you think about the other times you would read in the same hammock or alone in the nest. Yet nothing never happened because you were just friends.
“(Name), you’re ok? You haven’t turned your page in a moment.” Izo’s breath on your ear awaken you.
“Y-yeah… I’m falling asleep on my book. I should probably go to sleep right now.”
“Sure. Have a good night, (Name).” You felt your inside warm. Since when Izo’s words made you feel warm?
*
“It’s been months. Can’t you just stop pretend and make it official? Everyone knows already.”
“You know Vista, I never thought about hurting any of you in about 20 years. But right now, I’m contemplating the idea of knocking you out.”
“Try me.”
Occasionally, when Thatch would finish tidying the kitchen early, he would invite a few fellow commanders to have a drink and play cards in the scullery. This time, there were Izo, Vista, Marco, and a sleeping Ace. Izo had won the previous games, and it wasn’t to Vista’s taste. He knew your relation was a good subject to distract the 16th division commander.
“Why don’t you want to tell us about it?”
“Because there is nothing to say beside it’s friendship.”
“Friendship. I’m friend with all of you but I would never read while resting my head on your shoulder.” Vista fluttered exaggeratedly his eyelashes Izo’s way.
“Lucky us, you would crush our shoulder under your weight.” Marco said and Izo added sneakily: “Do you even know how to read?”
Everyone still heard him and laughed. It earned him a punch in the arm from Vista.
“We know they’re special for you. Just ask them out already. Everyone’s on your asses because it’s clear as water you’ve been made for each other.” Vista added to his point, this time seriously; yet never forgetting his intention to distract Izo.
“Sure.”
“I can prove my point: they’re the only one you shared your reading with, they’re the only one you sleep with, the only one you shared your bottle with-Ace was right about it” At the call of his name, the young man woke up with a card glued on his cheek. “-Hell, they’re the only one that can touch your hair and keep their hand. You let them brush it for you, I saw it!”
“And so what? How does any of this prove I have romantic feelings for (Name)?” Izo sighed, looking at a mute Vista.
“What would you do if Marco tried to kiss you?”
Marco sent a side-eye to Thatch meaning why me. But he knew Thatch chose him because he was one of the longest friends Izo had and that he wasn’t annoyed with him at the moment, like he was with Vista.
“I would push him back or step backwards, something like this. But I don’t see your point.”
“What would you do if (Name) tried to kiss you?” Everyone’s gaze went from Izo to Thatch to Izo again. It was the first time the black-haired man was left speechless about that subject.
“You don’t know? Or you know but don’t want to say it?”
Izo gritted his teeth and looked down. He slammed his cards on the table, his game visible, and left the room without another word.
Izo had a winning game.
*
“So you wouldn’t kiss me. I’m disappointed.” A little smile showed on Izo’s red lips when he recognised Marco’s voice. The blond man came to his side and imitated his position, crossed arms resting on the railing.
“I’m sorry I left like this.”
“Don’t be. Vista was so preoccupied to confuse you that he got lost on his own and I won thanks to your desertion. And… They’ll get over it. They’re big boys.” Izo just hummed for an answer. “You know… Vista’s idea to ask them out isn’t that bad. I mean, you initially got closer to them because you were interested in them, right?” Marco watched Izo sighed and nodded. “Then what stopped you?”
“We’re friends. That’s what.”
“If by that you mean that you’re scared they don’t see you as more than a friend then let me tell you something: I haven’t been so captivated by a dawning romance since Oden and Toki.”
“It was 25 years ago.”
“That’s my point, Izo. For months I got to see the two of you sharing moments and looks. You know that most of our men don’t care about romance and yet you passionate them.” Izo shut his eyes and sighed once again. “To be honest I may be a bit guilty for everything. The first time Thatch asked you if you were dating it was because I give him the idea.” Izo looked at Marco with his eyebrows frowned. “You were there talking and whenever one of you was looking around, one had such a tender gaze for the other… It was physically hurting to witness your obliviousness. I thought it would give a little push… But you kept stated you were just friends and you stopped making moves their way. I’m sorry, Izo.”
Izo shook his head. “Don’t be.” He had drunk and processed Marco’s every words. He could have been mad, but he wasn’t at all. His friend wanted to help after all. And it gave him hope and strength he’d lost in the last months. He was about to go but Marco caught him.
“One last thing.”
*
Izo knew you were asleep when he left Marco. So, he waited until the early hours of the day when you would come in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. You were always beginning the preparation by yourself.
When he entered, you had just started cutting bread.
“You knew it was Ginjo.”
You almost cut yourself and turned around to see Izo. He apologized for the scare.
“The Ginjo? Your favourite sake. What about it?”
“Marco told me you helped him choose it for my birthday gift.”
“Hm, right. He didn’t remember. I did. You know it’s my job as the cook assistant.”
“Yet, you couldn’t remember the usual wine Thatch was using for his beef recipe. That’s what Marco said.”
You frowned, wondering where the conversation was going. He had come closer to you during your small talk, and you could see his tired features. He hadn’t sleep much, if at all, but he mostly looked tensed, unsure, and decided. You left your duty aside to give him your full attention.
“Thatch asked me what I would do if Marco tried to kiss me. I told him I would push him away.” You were even more confused, and at the same time, you remembered Thatch asking you a similar question. “He also asked what I would do if you tried to kiss me.”
Since he didn’t continue, you asked “What did you answer?”
“Actually, I didn’t answer… But I had plenty of images in my mind I couldn’t describe.”
Considering his choice of words, Izo started apologising about it sounded perverted, unappropriated according to him. But you cut him short.
“He asked me too. He asked me what I would do if you ever tried to kiss me.” You read in Izo’s eyes his desire to know more. “I said I don’t know. But now I do.” You looked down, feeling your skin suddenly burning under Izo’s intense gaze. “I… I would let you do it. I would kiss you back.”
You felt his fingers brush under your chin and gently pull it up so you could watch the sweetness in his eyes. His pupils moved on your whole face, between your eyes to your lips, looking for permission and any sign of doubt or refusal on your part. But the fact you grabbed his cloth to pull him down and closer comforted him in his previous action. Your lips touched, smoothly, lightly the first time. More forcefully and strongly on the second as each of you grabbed the other by the neck. A thrill ran through your body when you sensed his warm tongue brushed your lips in the kiss.
Izo pecked you once more before he broke the kisses. He didn’t pull back thought. His hand on your neck fell to your hips to keep you close to him.
*
“Izo, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. And, I won’t tease you about your relationship with (Name) anymore.”
“Thanks, I appreciate. Even thought it won’t be necessary.” Vista frowned at Izo’s answer.
Izo and Vista were already almost done with their breakfast when you joined them and sat right next to Izo as per usual. You exchanged a look and smiled timidly. Ace that was passing by behind you stopped when he saw this.
“Ow, you’re definitely the cutest couple!”
“Thanks, Ace.” You answered him happily while Izo laughed at Ace and Vista’s lost faces. Things promised to be interesting.
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Hello!! Could I request some headcanons or whatever you want, where the reader is talking to one of the crew members or a friend about her crush and has a corny code name for him like ‘cutie pie’ and said cutie pie overhears and tries to figure out who the readers crush is and can’t figure it out so the reader keeps giving him clues but he doesn’t get it until it’s super obvious. Hope that makes sense. And thank you!!!
Request by @cyborg-franky
[Made for a GN reader]
Ace
Ace first hears you talking about your crush when he’s rounding the corner, and see’s you talking to Marco who looks amused at the conversation topic.
“Just my little, Matchstick.” You sigh dreamily, having had a crush on Ace for what seemed like months.
He squinted as he stuffed his mouth at the dinner table when you talked to Izou this time about ‘Matchstick’ and what he’d apparently done that was so ‘wonderful’ and it was pissing him off.
Ace had no idea it was your nickname for him, everyone else knew and just watched as Ace stumbled around in jealous obliviousness.
Seemed you had to step up your game, whenever you knew he was in earshot you would test nicknames, more pointed than the last.
It wasn’t until ‘Flaming freckles’ did it click with him.
Others had been this close to grabbing Ace and shaking him, screaming in his face that you had a crush on him.
You both ended up skirting around one another for about a week before Pops burst the bubble and was basically like ‘now kish’
Marco
At first you try a subtle name because you aren’t sure you want Marco to know about your all-consuming crush just yet and Marco is very astute.
You swear with each smirk on his lips and raise eyebrow whenever he is near you that he just knows.
You wanna play it cool at first. Only talking about him vaguely. Calling him ‘Pina Colada’ when mentioning him in conversation.
He hears you and Jozu walking past his office window, hearing you gush about how ‘cute’ this Pina Colada was and for a good week he has no idea.
This gives you time to decide you want the good doctor to know you want to give his face kisses and hold his hand.
You and Ace are sitting outside his window one day and Ace hands you a slice of pineapple from his stack of fruit he’d acquired from the kitchen.
“I love pineapple, reminds me of my cute bluebird.” You hum happily and Ace just grimaces “Oh gross, shut up.” He huffed, nudging you.
“Oh, is that so?” you both look up at the window, seeing Marco peering down over the edge, amusement on his face, half-lidded eyes focused on you. “Maybe the ‘bluebird’ like you too, yoi.”
“Oh, gross.” Ace repeats and stuffs an apple in his mouth wishing he wasn’t there.
Thatch
Every time you mention him in passing with others it’s always some bread-related pun or name which makes everyone side-eye you. You used all the puns you can, mentioned his ‘bread rolls’ and get Marco to snort coffee up and out his nose.
Thatch has no idea but can’t help feeling jealous at all the attention this person is getting from you.
It’s a little annoying and he feels his eyebrow twitch when you mention ‘My lovely baguette man’ and he’s very close to shaking Marco and Ace down for information, or rather lay at their feet and whine till either one of them gives in.
You thought he would have gotten it by now with how obvious and frankly obnoxious you are about the whole thing.
Marco and Ace just want the dance to be over.
One day you step into the kitchen with Ace, talking about this and that before you decide to make a very clear point “I really like his smile, his wonderful warm smile that’s as soft as the bread he’s baking.”
Ace drops his plate on the floor, a face that looks aghast at your bombshell subtly as Thatch whirls around, the biggest grin on his face.
“An’ I like yours darlin’!”
“Oh, thank fuuuck.” Ace groans as he collects the food off the floor.
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a/n: The first piece for the event! Starting with our sweet freckled fire boi. Will he get a smooch? Or is he safe until the next round? Read to find out! 💕
pairing: Ace x GN!Reader
word count: 1.3k
candy heart prompt: You & Me - Distraction
PORTGAS D. ACE + YOU & ME
The anniversary of the day you joined the crew was quickly approaching, and in typical Whitebeard Pirate fashion, they were planning a substantial celebration for you.
There was no one more grateful you joined the crew besides their very own 2nd Division Commander. You were undoubtedly Ace’s best friend among the crew; the two of you hardly ever seen without the other. That’s why Marco left him the utmost important mission of keeping you distracted while they finished with decorations and last minute preparations. Ace tried his hardest to fulfill his mission by keeping you company in your cabin — not too different from his daily routine.
Though, he really wished he would’ve been given more explicit instruction other than just keeping you ‘preoccupied’. What exactly was he supposed to preoccupy you with? The two of you could chat for hours on end. You’ve done so countless times before, but could he actually keep you cooped up in your room for long enough?
The answer was clearly no, since you quickly became eager to sneak into the kitchen — where the chefs were busy preparing your favorite dishes — for an afternoon snack.
“What is up with you?” you wondered aloud as you reached over to check his temperature. “You never turn down food. Are you ill?”
The warmth of your hand against his forehead was surely enough to bring him to feverish degrees. Your touch often did that, as did your genuine care for him. How could he not have fallen for you?
“I’m fine!” he reassured you with a groan. A result of you removing your hand. He didn’t want it to leave just yet. Or ever. “I just don’t want to face Thatch’s wrath again. My head still hurts from the frying pan he threw at me last time.”
You snickered, “Oh, so the frying pan caused you to lose the last brain cell you had?”
Thump. He smirked. Ace was a sucker for your playful banter. He’d often hoped it was flirting, but even though Ace knew you best, he couldn’t gauge your feelings for him. Did you feel the same way? Was he in your head half as often as you were on his mind?
“Yeah, I’m sorry I don't have any for you to borrow now.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Well, I’m starving and Thatch adores me, so I’m going to go grab a snack. I’ll sneak something for you too. You need to eat. You’ve hardly eaten all day.”
Thump thump. You always looked after him and he loved that about you. Ace loved you. He was never more sure of anything.
He hadn’t eaten all day because he was saving his appetite for the big feast, but of course he couldn’t tell you that. You seemed to be convinced that he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he could use that to his advantage?
As you rose to your feet, Ace thought quickly and clutched at his stomach, doubling over with an exaggerated groan, “You’re right. I’m not feeling so well…”
You released your hold on the door knob and rushed over to him, rubbing circles against his back and cooing at him. He only felt a little bad about faking an illness, but he could really get used to the feeling of you taking care of him. It felt so natural being here with you.
“Here, lay down,” you directed as you helped Ace into your bed. He looked pitiful staring up at you; those all too familiar dark eyes tugging at your heartstrings. You absentmindedly reached out to swipe some hair out of his eyes and nearly melted when he leaned into your touch. “I’ll go get Marco. Stay here.”
Shit. You’d nearly made him forget why he was faking being sick, let alone what he was supposed to be doing in the first place. Ace struggled in stopping you from walking out the door, struggling even further with getting out from under your covers. He tripped and fell onto the wooden floor, scrambling to his feet as he stumbled down the hallway chasing after you.
“No, wait!” he called after you. You were a few paces ahead of him and quickly made it out onto the deck, stopping only when he caught up to you.
You turned to him with your brows furrowed, “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t feel well?”
Ace was well aware he wouldn’t be able to fool you twice, but you were out in the open now. Exposed to any and all potential spoilers of your celebration. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to lure you back into your room in any normal manner. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“I’m going to go see Marco to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I thought I heard him a second ago.” You swivelled your head to find the ship’s doctor.
Ace caught sight of some crewmates behind you, under Marco’s direction, carrying a giant balloon arch along the other end of the main deck and attempting to sneak it into the mess hall. Marco met Ace’s eyes with wide ones, panicked. He shook his head violently as he tried to hurry the crewmates out of your sight. Just as you were about to turn around to catch them in the act, Ace instinctively pulled you closer.
His warm hands cupped your cheeks, positioning your face mere inches from his. He could hear you, feel you gasp against his lips. Your warm breath fanning his own lips left him dizzy, wings fluttering madly in his gut he thought they might lift him off the ground. Having you this close to him was new, intoxicating, intimate. He felt near breathless as he continued to hold you still and you showed no sign of leaving his embrace.
“Don’t go,” he whispered gently, a calloused thumb grazing your cheek.
You sighed and Ace expected you to offer more defiance, to push him away, but instead you stared up at him expectantly, eyes blinking slow. Were you pulling him closer or was he leaning in?
He was surely running a fever now.
Your breaths mingled, lips hovering, noses brushing. The way Ace’s eyes would shamelessly drop to stare at your lips left you wondering how you were even still standing. You’d suddenly forgotten where you were or why you were even there in the first place. All you knew in this moment was him. Just you and him.
“Ace…” you sighed; a helpless plea for him to be closer.
Your name dripped from his lips like honey. You wanted to know if he’d taste just as sweet. Just as you were about to taste for yourself, a teasing voice pierced through the gentle thrumming in your ears.
“Are you two going to keep canoodling each other out on the deck or are you going to come join the party?”
The tension quickly dissipated with Thatch’s voice, causing Ace to drop his hands and you to take a hasty step backward. You turned to look at Thatch who was grinning mischievously. A crowd of crewmates behind him giggled like school girls. When you turned back to Ace, staring at him quizzically, he could only smile.
“Party? What are we celebrating?” Your voice sounded hoarse; unfamiliar. You were still jittery from the anticipation. You were actually going to kiss your best friend.
Though the tension was gone, you could tell something significant had changed between the two of you from that briefly intense moment. You’d always known your feelings for Ace were deeper than friendly, but looking at him now was like looking in a mirror. Ace stared at you in a way akin to lovers and though he was no longer caressing your face, you could feel a warm hand around your own, and another grip around your heart, squeezing as he replied,
“You, of course.”
a/n: Ace survives Round One! No smooch for him so far, but perhaps he’ll end up successful in the next round? We’ll see Fire Fist again in Round Two! Thanks for reading. 💕
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Hello Alexa! Hope your doing well as always seems like your not lacking requests so put the other requests before my own ♡
An idea came to me last night when I failed a test for the third time- and need to redo it, when I'm sad or something bad happens I go hide in my closet with blankets and pillows, like a child- so how would the whitebeard pirates or mihawk react to child dokusha hiding when their sad? Like their because they got in trouble or isn't allowed to go with the crew on an island and instead has to stay on the ship?
As someone who had gone through a lot in their early childhood I find these stories so comforting and sweet. I often find myself only opening Tumblr to see if you've posted. Remember to take care of yourself, because someone really cares about you♡
Solace and Comfort (Whitebeard pirates, Mihawk x gn!child!reader)
A/N Hey hey Holo! I absolutely love when you request and as a a ghank you for being such a sweetheart I went ahead and did both :) I also do the same thing, when im upset I like to find a closed or cozy space and just huddle up and hug my plushies. Your words really mean a lot, I appreciate them and it makes me so giddy.
Reader is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
Thatch found himself in his kitchen, preparing the next meal for his Captain. He made sure to take into account his current condition and choose the right ingredients to alleviate it.
"Hm, should I use kale or broccoli for this one?" he inquired to Izou, who had joined him earlier to escape the rowdiness of the crew as he completed maintenance in his pistols.
"I'm hardly the person you should ask Thatch."
"Kale it is," he exclaimed, beginning to chop down said vegetable, the tapping of the knife hitting the cupboard echoing around the otherwise quiet room
"Regardless, it is about time we addressed it, isn't it?" Izou spoke, pushing the lock back in his flintlock, a snap resounding across the kitchen
The chef stops chopping the kale at the comment, glancing up at his brother and letting out a sigh, putting the knife down
“I suppose so.”
“How about it, Dokucha? Want to come out and talk about it?” The sniper called out, walking around the counter to stand next to Thatch
A few beats of silence filled the room after that statement until the sound of ruffling came from one of the cabinets in the kitchen as Dokucha slowly crawled out of it, a stuffed bird held tightly in their arms
“How did you know I was here?” They mumbled, drying their teary eyes
“You usually hide here when something happens,” Thatch answered, kneeling down
"You should consider branching out," added Izou with a smile
"Would you like a hug?" Thatch offered
They nod, running into his arms, cries escaping them as he crashes into him
Thatch hummed, wrapping his arms around them and picking them up, swinging them from side to side for a few minutes until their cries lessened
"What's going on?" Izou questioned, glancing at the child, who by this point had positioned their head on Thatch's shoulder and looking back at Izou
"I wanted to go with Ace," they sniffled
"I know you do, but he had a risky mission he had to go on," Izou replies gently
"Why?" they cried
“They had something of ours, so Ace had to get it back.”
“I wanted to go with Big Brother too!” They cried, beginning to struggle against Thatch’s embrace
“Let me go!” They scream, beginning to throw punches his way
“Hey, Hey, it’s okay,” the man reassured them, tightening their hold, ignoring the shrill screams that now escaped them
“Hey, Hey, Dokucha, he always comes back, just like he came back from his previous mission and the one before. Just like I come back, just like Izou, and everyone will come back. But we need to calm down so we can welcome them back.”
“We would love to take you with us, Dokucha, but we want to keep you safe even more; we couldn’t bear something happening to you,” Izou continues, rubbing the child’s head
They sniffle, relaxing in their hold
“Hey, how about we go see Pops?” Thatch suggests
“Papaw?”
“Yeah, I’m almost finished with his meal; how about you come with us to deliver it?”
“Okay”
“Pops, food is ready; we had special help today.” thatch announced approaching the man
Whitebeard glances down at the two commanders, about to ask what they mean, until he spots the ‘special help’ running towards him
“Papaw!”
He grins, lifting the child up
“Gurararara, what brings you here, Dokucha?” he questions, glancing down at his sixteenth commander as he spoke
“We were having a hard time earlier wanted to go with Ace.”
“Gurarara, why would you be upset about such a thing brat?”
They shrug
“Has the boy ever broken his promise to come back?”
“No…”
“Has he ever lied to you?”
“No…”
“Then why were you throwing a fit?”
“I didn’t throw a fit!”
“Sounds like you did”
“You’re mean, Papaw!”
“It’s called tough love.”
“It’s being mean!”
“If that’s the case, are you not coming to the celebration when he does return?”
“I want to!”
“Are we done with the fits?”
“Yeah!”
“Did someone say celebration? I could use some grub,” a voice joins in
Dokucha beams, jumping off Whitebeard's hand and crashing into Ace
“Ace! You’re back!”
“Just like I promised.”
“Where are they?”
The human drills look at each other nervously and turn back to the swordsman, letting out a string of hoots and sneers.
Mihawk narrows his eyes at this
“Is that the answer you wish to go with?” He said, pulling out Yoru from his back and pointing it against the apes
“I will allow you to try again; where are they? I am well aware this is where they run to when they grow upset.”
In response, the human drills sounds escalate as they pull out their own weapons, only to stop as a small voice joins in
“It’s okay, Ezra, Enrique.” A small child wrapped in a blanket spoke, patting the apes, effectively calming them Down as they slowly lowered their weapons
“Don’t hurt them, Papa,” they mumble, hugging their blanket closer to them
He sighs, sheathing Yoru once again and extending his hand toward the child
The child wobbles their way to their father, taking hold of their hand and looking back at the human drills, sending a wave their way
As they walked on, the only sound that could be heard was the sounds of the forest around them as insects and birds chirped together, the sound of the human drills still reaching their ears, and the sound of Dokucha’s blanket being dragged as they walked next to the warlord.
“Are you going to tell me why you ran off?” he spoke, breaking the silence between them
He sighs at the silence that followed, pausing to pick up the child and place them on his hip, in turn the child leans their head against his shoulder
“Is this about the sword practice you were doing before?” He inquired, letting out a hum as the child nodded their head against his shoulder
“Can you tell me about it?”
“I can’t do it,” he mumbles
“Do what?”
“I can’t make the sword cut like Papa’s.”
“Is that what this is about?”
“Yeah”
“That kind of precision takes practice, it takes time,” he explains
“But I want to be strong like you!” They cried, leaning back and glancing up at him
His eyes soften at this, halting his walking as he puts all his attention on the child
“I know you do,” he said, wiping the tears that began falling from their eyes
“But one cannot simply master the sword overnight.”
“Not even Papa?.”
“No, I am not an exception to the statement. I had to train for years to be able to reach my current state, and I don’t doubt you will one day surpass me; that day is just not today.”
They frown at that, lying their head on their shoulder again
“How about we begin with the move you were attempting before?”
“Papa will teach me?” They exclaimed, shooting up
He chuckles
“You should have asked; I am never below teaching you the way of the sword.”
They grin, hugging his neck tightly
“I love you, Papa.”
“I love you too, dearest.”
Here we go! Two for two!! These are really cozy ones, loved how the Mihawk one turned out
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𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫
this is a repost from my old blog!
this was originally adapted for an original character story BUT I liked the idea so much that I didn’t want to have to wait to use it. so here it is, formatted for the big screen Tumblr.
pairing -> portgas d. ace x reader
notes -> gn!y/n is a Straw Hat & this is during the Alabasta Arc; includes some extra lore to sweeten the deal.
warnings -> mentions of a character death; use & mentions of alcohol; light, shameless flirting, maybe a lil suggestive at the end? 😏
wc -> 1.8k
“Take it,” he suddenly says, voice slurring. Lowering the glass from your lips, the liquor remaining untouched, you raise an eyebrow at him.
“T… Take what?” you ask, a laugh hanging off your words. “Your beer away from you?”
Ace’s own laughter is full of mirth, his grin spread across his flushed face. Your own cheeks warm, the joy on his face almost too much for you to contain your own.
“My name!” he corrects you. A moment passes that you don’t react, that your cup remains safely in your hands, its liquid contents settled. Ace doesn’t flinch, not even when your drink finally flies into the air above them, landing somewhere else on the ship– Zoro’s lap.
“Y-Your name?!” you repeat in a shout, over Zoro’s own screeching over him suddenly being soaked with booze while he’d been napping and Sanji’s telling him off for it.
“Yeah!” He leans into you, still smiling as he whispers, “Don’t you think “Portgas D. _______” has a nice ring to it?”
“A-Ace…” Your grip on your other hand tightens. “Do you think… maybe… you’ve drank too much tonight?”
“Uh-huh, definitely,” he says.
“Then–”“But I still thought about it when I was sober,” he interrupts, setting his mug down. “It’s, uh… a first for me. For this kind of thing. You know that.”
“I do know that,” you mumble to your lap, “but Ace, realistically? … we haven’t known each other for that long.”
“Whaddya mean? We’ve known each other for over two years.”
“We’ve known each other for eight days, and about each other for two years,” you correct him with a sigh. He hums, pondering. “Remember? I said “no” to joining Whitebeard and ended up stalking you through the newspapers to make sure you were still alive? Wrote some letters to you to reinforce all of that craziness?” He grins cheekily.
“Can’t forget it.”
“Ace.”
“Sorry.”
“… Ace…” He perks up, watching and waiting for you to speak again. “Why did you ask me this?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, you lift your hand onto his warm arm. “Why are you here in Alabasta?”
When he drops his own down to dwarf yours, you do your best not to react, the new expression on his face easily sending a message– that why he asked you what he did and why he’s here is not for a good reason.
“I don’t wanna tell you here.”
You look around the ship. “Then–” you hiccup, immediately inwardly cursing your poor timing “– how about over there?”
Having pointed to a quiet part of the ship, he notes its lack of occupation. It’d been a sound enough suggestion that Ace stands a moment later, dragging you up with him, across the ship and away from your crew. Nami, who’d been sitting only a few feet from your right, chuckles drunkenly, having heard their entire conversation.
“Ace,” you start, once they’d reached the suggested destination. “You’re beginning to worry me. What is it you have to say? Is everything alright?” With a final quick sweep over his shoulder, to make sure your crew were still nowhere nearby, he shakes his head. “Are you alright?”
“No,” he answers, his tone abrupt. You notice the catch in his voice, your lips meeting to form a frown as you reach up to hold his arm again. Beneath your fingers, you feel his body lean into your touch, and with you other hand, you reach up to cup the opposite side of his face, receiving the same response. He sighs.
“I’m here,” you promise him. “I’m listening. I’m here.”
“… it’s… about Thatch.” It’s slow, but… you’re feeling cold now.
You can remember the man in great detail, and quite fondly, as Whitebeard’s incredible chef aboard the Moby Dick. He’d made you a favourite of yours; one of Whitebeard’s many cards to play in his attempt to woo you into joining his family. A kind and jovial man– your eight day stay aboard their main ship was made enjoyable partially by this man. If not for your own dreams and desires, you might’ve stayed if it meant being this mans’ crewmate.
“W… What about Thatch,” you demand from him, your own voice rasped by your oncoming worries.
Ace takes a breath, his chin pointed above you as he releases it, your hand falling to rest on his chest.
“He’d found a Devil Fruit… one we’d been looking for, for a long time…” The expression on Ace’s face darkens, something you thought to be near impossible considering how shadowed it’d become. “And Teach killed him for it.”
Your soft inhale makes Ace grit his teeth. He knew how much you enjoyed Thatch’s company; you’d said so in your letters to him once. He hadn’t wanted to tell you about it in the first place but concluded that keeping it from you might be worse.
“T… Teach did that?” you say, your voice hoarse. Your trembling fingers pull away from Ace to cover your own mouth, trying to dull the sob that suddenly escapes you. Not quite knowing what to say in comfort, with their not being anything much to be able to offer regarding the news, and always having been a man of action, he slings his arm around your neck, his forehead pressed into yours.
“I’m trying to find him,” Ace murmurs, his hold on you suddenly tightening. You set your hands against his chest to brace yourself from falling. “Trying to make him pay.”
“All alone?” you realize, your heart squeezing within your chest. Gently, you push away from him. “I… I’ll go with you!”
Ace shakes his head in response, though he still grins for the sentiment. “Nah,” he says. “This is our problem, _______. Pops gave me permission to find him – I don’t think he’d be so happy hearing you were going to join me when he didn’t want me to go at first, either. And besides, Luffy needs you with him. You’re his crewmate.”
“I know that,” you say, not a beat after Ace finishes speaking. “But I think he would understand if–”
“Your friends need you, _______,” he interrupts. “If it wasn’t this way, I… No, not even then. The Devil Fruit Teach took and probably ate is dangerous. You’re not a fighter yet– I wouldn’t risk your life just to keep me company.”
“Company isn’t all I’d be there for, Ace,” you tell him. “Thatch was a good man, and a friend. It would be my own revenge.”
“And I get how you feel, but…”
“… I do, too. This is something that you have to do on your own, right?” He nods. You smile, a reward for his candor. “Thank you… for at least telling me. I won’t have to worry too much about what you’re off doing, then.”
“I won’t stop you if you wanna,” he’s suddenly mumbling, catching you off-guard. It goes unseen through the dark, but Ace’s cheeks burn bright the moment he registers his own words. “I-I mean–!”
“I… would do it without you asking,” you mumble back, your voice low from your own embarrassment and cheeks flaming away. “L-Like I always have.”
“G-Geez…” Ace swipes a hand down his overheating face, fighting a grin that bubbles up to expose him, anyway, and you laugh lightly at his failed attempt.
“Ace,” you whisper. A chill sweeps through him as his name leaves your mouth. “I’m so happy to have been able to meet you again.”
“Aceeeeeee!! _______________!! Where’d you go?!?”
The two of you laugh together, shaking your heads. “Luffy,” you chorus.
“I guess we have been away from the party for a while, huh?” you realize.
“Just a little,” Ace agrees. As you both end up going to exit through the doorway at the same time, they connect with each other, Ace’s bare chest meeting yours. “Oh, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t…” You huff at him when he chuckles nervously. Before you can stop yourself, your hands rise once more to take either side of his face in them, the man freezing in response– “don’t apologize, Ace” – and his lips parting when you rise onto the tips of your shoes to press a chaste kiss into the corner of his mouth. You lower back down, hiding your hands behind your back. “Just, um… I won’t tell Luffy about this. I feel like it’s something you should tell him, anyway, and at a time that we’re not busy with a potential war. I’m sure he’d want to help you out with it if you did now, anyway.”
“Th-That’s a good point,” Ace says sharply, his voice having risen an octave. You giggle.
“Ace! ______?!”
“Okay, now we should actually go this time,” you say. He gestures at the door.
“After you.”
“Thank you, then,” you say, nodding to him. You step out first, throwing a smile over your shoulder at him at the same time he’d reached out to grab your wrist to pull you back into him. “A-Ace?!”
“… y… you can’t just leave after giving someone a kiss like that one,” Ace says, his heated breath fanning across your cheek. “I might think you’re kiddin’ around.”
“I-I’ve never been much of a comic about this kind of thing,” you tell him, recovering, “but when it comes to you… I’ll never joke about my feelings.”
“_________…” You chuckle at him again. “What’s so funny?”
“I just – I’ve never thought I’d fall in love with a pirate,” you say, your tone much too blunt to consider you to be teasing him, a deep red creeping up into Ace’s face, ears, and neck as a result.
“You’re a pirate, too, y’know,” he mumbles, rubbing at his nose. Ace groans, finding himself unable to catch a break when you reach up for him, arms draped over his shoulders when you move into him.
“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Thudding footsteps sound against the deck, gone unheard by the pair of you thanks to the roaring silence shared beneath the threshold, startle you at the last second. Luffy sweeps around the corner, head whipping back around when he finally notices the pair half in the shadows of the Going Merry.
“Eh? What’re you guys doin’ over here?” You tear your hands off each other, smiling at the young captain innocently.
“Just talking, Lu,” you say. “I-It got a little loud at the party.”
“It looked like you guys were dancing to me, but c’mon! Sanji made cake!”
“We’ll be right over, Luffy,” Ace promises, and not needing another word, he takes off back to the center of the ship. “Maybe we can, uh… dance again later?”
© nc-vb 2023
please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.
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I am kind of dead guys, sorry. But I can finally post these works I've had tied up in a project! @op-xreader-zine
Thatch x M Reader [reader is called 'handsome']
SFW
Modern AU
WC: 1.500
Thatch nodded to the barmaid as she poured him another drink, sliding it across the bar to him. He gave his thanks along with a bright smile and a wink and the woman rolled her eyes but the smile didn’t leave her face. Thatch was a regular here and they were all used to his charm and flirty ways.
Leaning against the bar, he glanced around the crowd, the darkness of the dance floor, neon lights decorating the walls. Every table was cast into bright colors as the lights chased each other across the floor, towards the stage, and back again. He always came here Friday night, and he loved watching the live band performances, regardless of if the music was to his personal taste or not.
He just loved the vibrancy of this bar, people having a good time, and letting go after a hard day. Thatch adjusted, taking a swig of his drink, seeing the door open and only just seeing it in the corner of his eye. He didn’t normally pay any mind to new people who swung open the doors but tonight was different.
Tonight Thatch saw him.
Love at first sight seemed like a stupid concept for someone his age but there was definitely interest at first sight. Thatch watched the stranger walk to the bar, leaning on the bright white glowing surface as he waited for the barmaid.
His eyes trailed over the man in front of him, taking in every feature and how he was dressed. Thatch brushed back a loose strand of hair, adjusted the leather jacket on his shoulders, and sauntered over to him.
“Here for the band?” Thatch asked, striking up a conversation, wearing his award-winning smile, and putting on the charm.
“Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a while,” you said with a nod, watching Thatch’s expression and admiring the man's face: the crow's feet and laugh lines, the large pompadour, and his nicely put-together outfit.
“Good choice, I like a man with taste!” Thatch beamed and waved over the barmaid. “What are you havin’?”
You didn’t normally let people try and pick you up in a bar, but he seemed different. The warm bubbly energy exuding from him, the smile on his face, he had a nice vibe about him. And well, he was pretty handsome.
“Surprise me,” you said, smiling, watching as he quirked an eyebrow, his smile just growing before the barmaid headed towards them.
“I like someone who's up for trying new things!” Thatch chuckled and grabbed the cocktail menu that was on the bar, setting it down flat and glancing over the assortment of bright and wild concoctions, seeing if he could read the sort of person you were. You watched with interest as he paused at a few, seeing his finger dance over the options on the laminated menu.
“Can I get two of this one please?” The handsome man ordered two of the bright red cocktails. The barmaid nodded and went to work creating the drinks.
“I’m Thatch by the way, nice to meet you.” You glanced down at the hand offered to you, grinning as you shook it. His hand was bigger than yours, the handshake firm, like the feel of a good friend you haven't seen in ages.
You gave your name and couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when he pulled his hand back just in time for the barmaid to set down the drinks. “Well then, cheers to a great night of good music and new friends?” He quirked a brow as he held his drink up.
“Cheers!” You clinked your glass against his before bringing it to your lips, sipping the drink and then nodding, making a happy noise. “This is good, it’s like you know me already,” you said and plucked out the cherry that was bobbing on the surface, munching it with another pleased nod, enjoying the sweetness it brought.
“Well, I still plan on getting to know you even more throughout the night, that is, if you want to?” Thatch was trying to act nonchalant but you could tell he was hoping for some company tonight, and honestly? He was nice, handsome, and your type.
“Sounds good!”
–
The night was going great. Before the band started up you and Thatch enjoyed a few drinks, talking about your lives. You found out he shared an apartment with a friend, that he owned his own restaurant, what he was into and you shared your life with him. He was hanging on to your every word, asking plenty of questions.
It had been too long since you had this sort of banter with someone and you were enjoying your time with Thatch immensely. You bought this round, rum and cokes, as you heard the singer of the band announce they were about to start.
“Let's go then handsome.” Thatch smiled and offered you his arm, which happily you took. Both of you headed to the stage. He was so tall and stocky he didn’t have to try very hard to get near the front.
The performance was amazing. You felt the loud music rumble in your body, the vibrations running along the floor and up your legs. You sang along with every song and even though Thach didn’t know the words he would still smile at you, seeing how into the show you were. He’d sway with you when the softer songs played and made sure no one bumped into you.
It was nice—more than nice, it was amazing. The band soon finished up their set and you both sat down at a table, another drink in your hands; this time it was a green cocktail with a slice of lime bobbing in it.
“What did you think of the band?” you asked, wanting to know what he thought, interested in his opinion, interested in him.
“Not my normal kind of music but I could see myself listening to them once in a while, yeah. What about you? Didn’t disappoint I hope?” Thatch asked as he leaned forward on folded arms.
“Nothing about tonight has been a disappointment.” You smiled at him, sipping your drink.
You spent ages with him, chatting, joking and just basking in one another's company. You liked Thatch, liked him a lot actually. And as much as you didn’t want the night to end, the bell ringing to signal closing time would have to be when you parted ways.
“Oh shit, the last bus was hours ago,” you groaned as you glanced at the time on your phone. Thatch sighed and played with his beard, running his fingers through it, trying to think what to do.
“This isn’t me trying to be creepy, but where do you live?”
“Oh like, thirty minutes from here?” You didn’t fancy the walk home this late; even with the street brightly lit, you felt anxiety spike before you heard him laugh.
“Yeah, me too! Would you like me to walk you home?”
“I— would you mind?” you asked and he shrugged.
“Not at all. Plus I get to spend more time with a handsome guy, why would I mind?”
You couldn’t tell if it was the cocktails that warmed your cheeks or the words he’d said, either way, you could feel the heat rising. You nodded and followed Thatch out of the bar, the cool summer air hitting your flushed face and making you shiver, rubbing your arms as goosebumps pricked over your skin.
“Want my jacket?” he asked, already shrugging it off before you could decline. As Thatch helped you into it, you couldn’t help but feel safe and warm in the oversized jacket, smelling his cologne. He was a find, wasn’t he?
Once again, he offered you his arm and you took it without hesitation. The sky was dark, dotted with a few bright stars, the ones determined to shine their brightest even with the city streets below lined with lights. You liked Thatch, you liked how deep and pleasing his voice was. The silly comments and jokes that had your face hurting from how much they made you grin.
Trees lined the sidewalk, covered in string lights, bringing a certain magically romantic feeling to the walk with him. You felt like a teenager with how your heart raced and you kept stealing glances at him.
“So this is your street, sir?” Thatch asked and let you move away.
“Yeah, it is.” You couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that the night was ending.
“So, maybe we’ll see each other another time?” he asked, rubbing the back of his head, and you nodded.
“Yeah, I guess so...”
Then something came over you, something you didn’t normally do but Thatch was different “Unless you want to come in for a coffee? And I mean actual coffee and not you know,” you added, cheeks flushed before he chuckled and put his arm around your shoulder.
“Sounds good.”
A chance meeting had ended up the start of amazing possibilities and you thanked the stars in the sky you’d decided to go out that evening.
Thatch felt like every wish on a shooting star to find someone perfect had come true.
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welcome home, my love
Shinazugawa Genya x Reader
Word Count: ~500
CW: traumatic references
Emergency Request Fulfilled: my mental and emotional health has gone down the gutter and entered the sewers that Ratatullie surfed through :,)
and i need some good ol Genya fluff
preferably where gn!reader comes home from a long mission and Genyas just babying them cause he missed them so much pls
There are many things to be grateful for when you return home from a mission. First, of course, is that you’re even returning — staying alive is no small feat. Second? If you’re relatively unscathed, then definitely getting to shower. If you are injured? Then receiving medical care takes priority, but at least medical care also means uninterrupted rest. Third? Sleeping on your own futon with its plump pillow and soft kakebuton. Not a musty tatami mat. Not a pile of leaves. Not an abandoned temple’s damp stone flooring, stars glimmering through its rotting thatched roof (albeit the aesthetic is stunning… until you’re trying to fall asleep with a crick in your back and cold seeping into your bones). At the risk of sounding vain, these little luxuries are often enough to satisfy you, the inevitable pains and losses of each mission somehow lessened as you melt into your outdoor soaking tub, its wooden panels smoothed by years of use. When you challenge and execute death on a nearly daily basis, it’s the simple things that keep you sane.
Except for Genya. Your decidedly not simple lover.
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You’re almost home when you start smelling the tantalizing flavors of someone’s dinner. The worn, aching half of you wants to scowl, envious of the aroma, wishing you could grumble at the person responsible for so thoughtlessly flaunting their cooking ability. Your reasonable, appreciative half silently wishes a happy meal to the lucky individual — or family. Slowly, your estate comes into view, faint floral notes beginning to entwine with the more savory scents of assorted meats and vegetables, your mood simultaneously souring and lifting. Everyone deserves moments of indulgence and gentleness… Myself included you huff, unable to stop the petty pout of your lips.
“My love, you look… confused?” Genya greets you, excitement at your arrival evident in his tone even as he remains predominantly focused on his task, eyes flitting upward toward your tired figure.
“Why does it smell delicious?” you demand.
“Ah,” his nose scrunches, ears warming, “You think so?”
“Did you steal our neighbor’s dinner?” you growl.
He raises a concerned eyebrow, gesturing nervously at the scene before him, “... no?”
It takes a long moment for realization to hit.
You gasp, “You’re cooking?!”
“For you,” he mutters shyly.
“And the soaking tub?” you ask giddily.
“Recently cleaned and filled with the hottest water I could tolerate,” he confirms your suspicion, “I added a bit of that fancy oil from your side of the sink.”
“How much time do I have?” you’re breathless now, heart bursting with adoration, limbs eager to finally relax.
“As much time as you’d like,” he chuckles, “I’m happy to bring dinner out to you. We can watch the sunset together.”
“You’re incredible,” you gush, hurrying to plant a wet kiss on his cheek, “I feel like crying.”
“So cry,” he shrugs, “I’ll wipe your tears.”
A happy noise bubbles in your throat, hesitant to leave for the bath as affection roots you in place, “You love me.”
“I do love you,” he nods, “I missed you,” voice lowering to a solemn murmur, “Thank you for returning to me.”
Because he hates to think that, someday, he could kiss you, and not even know he’s saying goodbye.
#genya shinazugawa#shinazugawa genya#genya x reader#shinazugawa x reader#drabble#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer
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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch +18 AU End)
As requested on AO3 by snowflakebeads and likely someone else I can't remember. AU end for Oh, Sweet Child of Mine.
Thatch X GN!Reader
Warnings: Yandere/obsessive/possessive behavior, marathon sex, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, unprotected sex, oral (reader recieving), food play, creampie, and cock warming.
Word Count: 2,533
Thatch had been suspiciously eager to try out a new recipe. Insistent, in fact, that it be a bonding moment for the both of you.
It was weird because from how he described it, it just seemed like a chocolate cake. He did allude to a ‘secret’ ingredient but besides that… yeah. Just a chocolate cake. You glared at him as he cozied up to your side to beg for an afternoon with him. Arm thrown over your shoulder as he whined about feeling ‘neglected’.
“You spend so much time with Ace and Marco~! You’ve gone and left poor old me behind! Can’t you spare just a few hours for a lonely man?” Thatch begged softly.
You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Maybe if you weren’t being so weird, I would.” You hissed, poking his side only to receive a light jerk away from you. Thatch pouted. “Why now suddenly? You weren’t so ‘neglected’ yesterday.” You added with clear suspicion. Thatch grimaced sheepishly.
“Well…” He started. “I just got in a new ingredient that would be just the thing! And I wanted to try it with you!” You stared at him for a long moment.
He… seemed sincere. And he’d always been a little weird about spending time with you. It couldn’t be too bad or Marco would have came over to smack him for being pushy.
“…Fine.” Thatch lit up, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his cheek.
“Great! Meet me in the kitchen after dinner! We’ll bake a cake together!” Thatch cheered. You smiled wearily at him, still suspicious of his motives.
What kind of secret ingredient could he have been waiting for?
Guess you’d… find out?
The entire dinner that afternoon, Thatch kept looking over to make sure you were still there. Ignoring the teasing he received from his fellow chefs and, occasionally, Ace.
“I’ve never seen him this excited before.” Ace laughed. “What are you guys even doing? I heard he’d made his division clean up after themselves more than usual to make sure the kitchen was clean early.”
You frowned at that.
“Honestly? We’re baking a cake? I don’t know why he’s making it so weird though.” You mused. Ace lit up, looking excited. “Don’t even think about it. I just know he’d kick your ass for ‘intruding on our bonding time’.” You laughed as Ace pouted.
“Aw, come one! I’d take just a spoonful! You’d never know it was dirty, I swear!” Ace whined and you jumped as a warm hand fell onto your shoulder firmly.
“ACK!” You spun around to find Thatch standing there with a wide grin.
“Not a chance in hell! Maybe next time~!” Thatch denied Ace instantly with a strange gleam in his eye.
“Ah, that time already?” You asked and Thatch nodded.
“Yep. C’mon, we’re going to my personal kitchen. It’ll be over an hour before they finish cleaning the main one.” Thatch commented. You frowned.
“You have a personal kitchen?” You asked and Thatch laughed.
“Yeah, for testing recipes when I can’t trust some people to not interrupt or sneak some away. Thick door that locks and everything!” Thatch declared.
Well, with hungry bastards like Ace, you supposed some extreme measures needed to be taken when it comes to food.
The ‘personal kitchen’ was pretty deep in the ship. Closer to the storage areas than any main living quarters. And a ways off from the main kitchens. Definitely not somewhere you end up by accident if you want food. The promised door indeed thick and with a heavy lock.
Thatch slipped a key from around his neck and opened it for you, locking it back behind him before stowing away the key.
This kitchen was fairly reasonable in size. More like one you’d find in a house than one meant to feed the insane amount of people on board. Big enough for maybe four cooks to move around in and brush shoulders but that was about it. An array of ingredients already laid out, including a jar of thick, rose gold liquid.
“Ah, that your ‘secret ingredient’?” You asked, approaching the clear jar. “I was wondering what a chocolate cake could be missing… mixed honey?” You picked it up, the heavy glass jar plucked from you hands.
“Oop! No, no! No touching! Took a long time to get my hands on this beauty! It is honey, though. Specialty honey from near a particular harvest of flowers. Changes the flavor profile quite a bit.” Thatch declared proudly.
“Ah… what kind of recipe for chocolate cake calls for honey though?” You asked.
“Honey cake, of course!” Thatch declared. “Now, onto the mixing while the oven preheats!” Thatch handed you a bowl and dumped mix into it along with eggs and a very cautious measurement of honey. Dutifully, you mixed it.
“No sugar?”
“Nope! That’s what the honey is for!” Thatch cheered, watching as you mixed it all together.
“You know, this is a pretty simple task. Are you sure you even needed me for this?” You asked as the dry mix turned into a thick sludge.
He laughed.
“Well, it’s about an hour of time with you until we can enjoy a nice dessert to ourselves!” Thatch shrugged.
He had a point. If it was so hard to get the honey, it would likely be impossible to make this cake for the whole crew.
“Thanks for inviting me then, I guess.” You sighed, your arms starting to ache. Thatch plucked it from you and set it onto the counter, pulling out the cake pans. He spread butter on them and distributed the thick mixture equally.
Barely fifteen minutes and they were in the oven to bake. Thatch must have been desperate for bonding time if baking a cake is all he could think of.
“Well, are you ready for the best part?” Thatch asked coyly, presenting the mixing bowl and two spoons.
“Isn’t that how you get salmonella?” You asked as you took a spoon with a smile.
“Haven’t gotten sick yet!” Thatch countered, scraping a spoonful of chocolate batter, but his eyes were on you as you tasted it.
It was delicious, of course. Sweet and rich from the chocolate. An odd, warm and tangy after taste that reminded you vaguely of honey.
“Mm! It’s good. Think it’ll be even better when it’s done baking?” You asked taking another spoonful as Thatch finally dug in himself. He looked oddly smug.
“I bet it will.” Thatch responded simply as you huffed, feeling a tad flush. Maybe from the vigorous mixing you did.
You frowned, noticing how clean the bowl was now. The batter was too damn good to be raw. And you felt hot. Your skin tingly, particularly your lips and lower body.
“Hey Thatch, what kind of honey was that again?” You asked faintly, setting your spoon in the sink. Thatch came up behind you, pressing into your back as he placed the bowl in the sink and poured water into it. His breath washing over your neck as he leaned in close.
“I already told you. Specialty honey.” Thatch breathed. “Why? You feel something?” His damp hands settled on your waist.
Specialty honey?
“T-Thatch, was that… spiced honey?” You asked breathlessly, feeling the heat growing inside you as his touch felt electric where his fingertips brushed under your shirt.
“Hmm, so you’ve heard of it before, huh?” Thatch asked in amusement. Setting the jar on the counter and popping the lid. His fingertips gliding across the surface and scooping up the thickness. It was a considerable amount as his other arm wrapped around your waist. The honey covered fingers pressing against your lips, sliding over your tongue as you panted. “Not as sweet as you though, look at that~ Eat up, I got it just for you~” Thatch cooed as you sucked his fingers. The honey much more potent in it's raw form.
He pulled his fingers free and licked what little was left. Ducking his head to kiss you breathless. You couldn’t help squirming against him as he pinned you to the counter, tongue running over your mouth like he was chasing the lingering taste of chocolate and honey before pulling away.
He grabbed another spoon and scooped up a generous amount. This time drizzling it onto his tongue before pulling open your mouth. Sliding the mouthful of honey directly into yours, smearing it onto your tongue and down your throat as you both moaned. The heat only getting worse as you swallowed.
“T-Thatch! D-Dirty ass trick—” You whined, tugging on his shirt as he laughed.
“But worth it to have you fall apart in my arms like this. Here, one more for the road. Don’t swallow though. Keep it warm for me~” Thatch scooped up another spoonful with honeycomb and placed it in your mouth. You sucked on the silverware as he lifted you up and placed your front on the counter. “I hear eating the honeycomb makes you go mad with lust.” Thatch stabbed his own section of honeycomb and ate it. Before returning the spoon and ducking behind you. His hands hot on your waist as he pulled down your pants.
When you were bare, your toes barely scrapping the floor, he pulled apart your thighs and licked up the soft skin. You could only moan as you sucked on metal and honey, his hot breath washing over your sensitive skin. Wet tongue laving to your entrance. Pressing in softly as you whined, honeyed drool seeping from your lips as every touch electrified you.
He spread apart your walls eagerly, like he’d get more honey if he just pressed his tongue deeper. Lapping at your quivering hole as you whined, pinned in place for his hunger.
“So damn sweet, knew this was a good idea. Glad I kept this just to us, aren’t you? Wouldn’t want to share this sweetness with anyone else.” Thatch swore softly against your clenching hole as you came suddenly, cum spurting down your thighs as he licked up the mess. “Better than the batter~” Thatch kissed your entrance deeply, spreading apart your cheeks as he dug into your overstimulated walls.
The honey quickly watering down in your mouth as your face tingled in the smearing aphrodisiac.
Thatch kept going, his appetite incapable of being satiated as you came so easily on his tongue and fingers. Spreading you open to blow across the heated flesh teasingly. Each orgasm coming along faster as the heat continued to build, sensitivity growing between your thighs as his honeyed lips spread the effect.
There was a ding and Thatch paused, a deep growl vibrating against you as you were pushed over the edge again with a muffled cry.
Thatch pulled away with a curse, leaving you cold and shaking as he took out the cake pans to cool.
Before you could turn around though, Thatch’s heat was back and his cock pressed against your sopping entrance. Slipping in easily to the hilt as you gasped, spitting out the spoon and what was left of the honey.
“A-Ah~!” You panted, your face pressed against the hot counter into the pool of thick, pink tinted drool.
“D-Don’t be wasteful!” Thatch tsked at you while you whined back at him. His balls smacking into your thighs as he started to fuck you hard. “Go on! Clean it up or you won’t get any cake either!” Thatch scooped up the honeycomb and pressed it onto your loose tongue. Your lips sucking on his fingers as he rubbed it to the back of your mouth.
Thatch pulled his hand away to adjust you further up, shoving your face into the cold puddle to lap at it. Your face tingling at the exposure as you obeyed, moaning with every wet slap of his hips. The watered down honey still so sweet and hot as you licked it up. Thatch’s hands rubbing your sides and slapping your ass hard when you stopped to breath.
“Ah! T-Thatch~! P-Please~! Ooooh~!” You drooled onto the counter as his cock brushed just right against your walls, sending shockwaves through your whole body. Thatch leaned over your back, grinding that spot as you cried out in overstimulation.
“Please what, baby?” Thatch huffed, licking up the mess and following it to your panting lips. “What do you need from me?”
“M-More! More, please more, Thatch! H-Harder! A-Ahhn~! Oh! OH! O-OHHH!” You wailed as Thatch grabbed your waist in a bruising grip and fucked you as requested.
“Fucking gladly!” Thatch grunted, the kitchen echoing with the sound of wet smacks. His lips brushing over yours as you moaned under the relentless assault, body burning for more. Thatch slammed into place suddenly, shoving your hips against the counter as he came in a hot burst of thick cum. Grinding harshly for barely a moment before going back to his frantic pace, cock still spurting cum down your thighs. “Y-You know, the seller warned me the effects could last for hours~ w-with just a spoonful!” Thatch chuckled against your lips.
You whined.
“H-Hours!?” You keened, trembling against him as you came on his cock.
“Hours~!” Thatch cooed. “And we still have a whole cake!” Not pausing as his cock jerked with a fresh wave of cum again.
“Th-Th-ThA-AAHcH~!” You wailed, cumming hard as he laughed.
Thatch laughed again as you whined, sitting on the counter as he fed you cake. You squirming on his cock as he fucked your sopping, wet entrance gently.
“Every bite, babycakes~! If you leave it to just me, you won’t be walking for weeks~!” Thatch cooed, eating a bite of cake covered in a thin layer of honey and powdered sugar. “M-Mmmm, break!” Thatch put aside the fork and plate, grabbing your hips to bounce you on his thick cock. A thick spurt of cum dripping down his thighs and balls to the counter.
“O-Oh! T-Thatch~!” You whined, leaning back against him and raking your nails across his shoulders as you squirmed. The heat unbearable in your blood. “M-More~!”
Thatch grinned, kissing your wet cheek as he fucked you harder. Not in the mood to make you beg. This time.
Your eyes sliding over the two-tiered cake barely eaten. Thatch had made it clear neither of you were leaving until it was all gone. Unwilling to share the delicacy with anyone else.
“More honey? Sure thing, baby~!” Thatch scooped up some honey from the jar and smeared it on your hanging tongue. “My, you’re so hungry, maybe we should make another one?” he teased as you wailed, a fresh wave of arousal surging through you and down his thighs.
“Tha-ahhcht~!” he laughed, groaning as he shot another round of warm cum into your.
“M-Maybe this should have been shared with more people…” Thatch chuckled. “But I can’t imagine sharing you, baby! So, I guess we’ll just have to power through it together.” He cooed, kissing your bruised neck as his pace slowed. Finally letting you rest against him despite the raging arousal inside you, his cock still hard and pulsing.
He picked up the cake again and you whined. Torn between exhaustion and excitement—though how much was natural was heavily debatable.
Regardless, you weren’t complaining.
#one piece smut#yandere smut#oh sweet child of mine#thatch one piece#Thatch smut#Thatch X Reader#TW: aphrodisiac
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